Wanted by Her Lost Love

heartstrings.Every morning when she crawled out of bed, therewas a new present waiting for her from Ryan.There was a baby book that outlined everythingshe could expect from birth through the first year oflife. One morning he left her two outfits. One for a boyand one for a girl. Just in case, he had written.On the fifth morning, he simply left her a note thattold her a gift was waiting in the extra bedroom.Excited, she hurried toward the bedroom she’donce occupied and threw open the door to see notone present but a room full of baby things.A stroller. A crib that was already put together. Alittle bouncy thing. An assortment of toys. A changingtable. She couldn’t take in all the stuff that was there.She didn’t even know what all of it was for.How on earth had he managed to sneak this inwithout her hearing?And there by the window was a rocking chair witha yellow afghan lying over the arm. She walked overand reverently touched the wood, giving the chair anexperimental push.It creaked once and then swayed gently back and